Текст песни Santana DVX (feat. E-40) [Edited] - The Lonely Island feat. E-40

What is that Cristal? No, Dom P? Hell no
This is that Carlos Santana champagne
Oh shit, Santana DVX? That′s my joint
Mine too, but a lot of these busters don't know about it
Well, let′s tell these mother fuckers
As a kid, I used to lay awake and think
When was Santana gonna make a drink?
But now I'm all grown and my dream came true
Santana champagne, from him to you
From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king
Comes the sparkling wine to make a blind man sing
Yo, it's the champagne from the man with the bandana
I can′t stand a food with anything but Santana
What′s the first name in champ? It's Carlos
And to that man I propose a toast
In the sixties, he had lotsa freebie sex
But now he′s getting down with the DVX
Excuse me fellas, am I to understand
That Carlos Santana has made a champagne?
That's right mother fucker, here try it
Alright, ah shit
I feel alive for the first time
Each sip hits my lip like a landmine
Without Carlos in my life, I was living a lie
He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cry
He′s a southwest, tie-wearing bolo-champ
Coming straight out the box with a bowl o' champ
Yo, he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots
Like the way his release mixes jazz, blues and pop
Add the sauce of fusion, his ladies super deucing
Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the seventh day, it′s been said God rests
But on the eighth day, he made the DVX
Gentlemen, gentlemen what is all the hub-ub about?
Carlos Santana? That's right I see you
Bitches is enjoying my sparkling wine, we certainly are
Well, be careful because this shit will get you fucked up
Bitch
I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine
Santana DVX make you wanna have sex
I′m rich bitch, I′m having my chips
Get laid all the time, by seventies chicks
Won hella Grammies, bitches throw me their panties
I'm prolly your daddy, probly nutted in your mammy
I′m a Bay boy, city life, been around the corner
Try to play me foul and my vipers'll run up on ya
A legend, a boss, that′s what I are
Accidentally pimped, tryna be killing the guitar
Not young enough to know better, but young enough to not care
I get acting, might slap a bitch with my hair
West coast, up top I bang that shit
I fucked her line and popped Cristal on her lip
Can't stop, won′t stop getting my bread
Packed arenas and coliseums, now watch me shred
Oh, Carlos Santana
A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak
A squid drank a bottle and became a freak
A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl
A horse drank a bottle and fucked a cow